Gunze bled on the ground where he’d been shot. Patrickson stood over him. The aura of reality kept our powers from working. The gauntlet gleamed on the table, distant. The walls weren’t yet splattered, but dripped. Gunze gurgled once and went limp on the ground. Dauphin island. We were back on dauphin island. My fists … Read moreGale Rising (Part 80)
It wasn’t the scales that made them nervous, or the signs of blood, the struggles, or the bandits. Or even the great chains that littered the crater, forged out of blood hardened steel. Or even the skeletons littering the floor, picked clean by blight beasts for spare parts. No, it was the massive welt of … Read moreGuildmaster’s Guidance (Part 13)
“I’ll organize a supply council tomorrow,” The Regent muttered. “Then perhaps set up liaisons for the troops. Ugh, what a pain.” “Will you be joining us in battle?” Quen asked. His voice had lost most of its authority. “I have the nurseries to guard,” The Regent said. “And I am not well suited for battle, … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 22)
Cassandra’s hand snatched mine out of the air. My eyes snapped open to see a helicopter branded with the Cuban Patrol’s regalia cutting through the air, inches from my face. Cassandra was half leaned out, half wrapped around a support pole, her stomach heavily bandaged. “How the actual fuck?!” I spat. My shoulder ached as … Read moreGale Rising (Part 79)
You are the angel that absorbs people’s memories of nightmares His mind is full of dappled whirring red and blue stars wrapped around concentric panes of shattered glass. A meaty thump and then blind eyes staring up into the heavens, the aftermath of an explosion inflated bag dangling limply like a placenta. He stares blankly … Read more[WP] You are the angel that absorbs people’s memories of nightmares
Rapid construction saw the spread of wireless towers, looming high over unclaimed buildings. Several of those buildings were picked clean of ivy and plantlife, barring where it was structurally important. Banners flickered in the wind, personal effects. Words of encouragement dappled with a layer of fresh paint, only a few decades old. The City was … Read moreA Throne For Crows (Part 21)